Rosinha dos Limões

When she passes by
Slender, full of grace
There's always a mischievous air
In her playful gaze
There goes Catita
More beautiful every day
And her calico dress
Always has a Sunday look
She passes by swiftly, cheerful, flirtatious
And smiling at the whole street
She goes sowing illusions
When she passes by
She goes to sell lemons at the square
And they even call her for fun
Rosinha of the Lemons

When she passes by
By my window
My eyes follow her
Until I see the end of the street
With a mischievous air
She walks hurriedly
Laughing at everything and nothing
And sometimes she smiles at me
When she passes by
Announcing the lemons
Alone with my thoughts
In the gap of my window
I keep thinking
That one day for fun
I'll buy lemons at the square
And then marry her